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Backed up greenhouse Effect 2
Shout out to Justin Bieber
Chris Brown, what up?

Bass loud, hands up
I don't really give a fuck
They say I ain't old

Chris Brown
She won 3 rounds, I'mma need a hundred thou
Like china town, bitches better bow down
Oh, you ain't know? bet
Ya'll bitches know now
Fuck I

The words like it's a remix
Uh, I hit bitches like Chris Brown
I'm king of my city just
Waiting to get crowned
You highness, I'm as hot as a volcano
Give your

Check the call log, damn don't drive me crazy
Sweetest gangster baby, just the way my mama made m

I'd slow the sand
Just to stand
By your side

I'd slow

Whitesnake

David Coverdale

Superhits of Rock: 1965 - 1979

1999

howlin' for more
Brown skin honey, I love

Got a Whitesnake mama
You want to shake it mama
Got a Whitesnake mama
Come an' let it crawl on you,
Just

Don't flex and chill with the opp and think everything go chris like Brown Brown Brown
They tried look lit but I swear dem man dem got no lighter
They

calls to your mama baby
You're changing like the seasons
Cold ass and shady, back to back

Now I've been given words by mum and the many
Preach love

Inanity Over Christmas

Madness

The Business

1992

everyone, Mark here. I'm going to play a bit of bass for you now.

Hello, this is Chris, Happy Christmas

Hi, Lee Kix here, filling your stocking
I play

(rich bitch)
I bought my mama a ghost, like a Casper

Livin' life fast on a speed boat (Keed talk to 'em)
Yeah, I'm workin' by one, but got three more

All I'm Thinkin' About

Bruce Springsteen

Devils & Dust

2005

Blind man wavin' by the side of the road 
I'm in a flat bed Ford carrying a heavy load 
With a sweet thing sippin' on a blueberry wine 
On a flat

LONGA - Chris Tsuanna / Zess Parzouria 

Composed by :  Chris Tsuanna / Zess Parzouria

Lyrics by:Chris Tsuanna / Zess Parzouria

Produced by :Master

out and thats worda my fam
Making it out and thats worda my mama i'm speaking
You niggas should know what i'm saying
Bitch i'm the realest no time for

to my mama
Always been there through my pain and traumas
been by my side you never felt fear mama
I always take a knee for you muzimai wanga
Taught me how

petty like that
Ya Ya 
Him tek’ me like that 
 
Credits:

Produced by: Chris “Flict” Aparri 
Mixed by: Chris “Flict” Aparri
Master by: Damien Lewis

got it all by myself, lil' nigga, I don't need a deal
I was in the trenches looking for a meal I ain't gon' stop till I get a meal
I stay protected

when cameras come out
And they flashin' like Tarantino was around
Patek is Rolls, it cost me a Rolls
I'm talkin' a Cullinan, color of brown (Rolls)

you down no Chris Brown (Wanna take you down) 
Show you something you never seen before (Ayeee)
Have you ever been to Pluto (Have you ever)
Where you're

sus ojos brown como Chris 
Si quiero meterle le tiro por Kik, 
Que en la high estaba dura y ahora está en su peak 
La baby es gimnasta en la cama

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

to Chris Brown

(I don't wanna fall in love)
I don't want to fall in love
(I Just wanna have some fun yeah)
(I don't wanna fall in love)
I don't want to fall

a lost cause
Had to switch it up like a criss cross
And I dance around like I'm Chris brown
But I put in work like I'm Chris bosh
Whipping in the kitchen,

gunning that
They wanna no who bumping that
Hot wire a car we jumping that
I don't give a fuck about none of that

Been around since Chris Brown was running

like drink can
Popular big man like king don
Hustla big bands like Chris Brown
Many gyal switch one, not dis gyal finsha
Touch man like Christian regular

a lost cause
Had to switch it up like a criss cross
And I dance around like I'm Chris brown
But I put in work like I'm Chris bosh

Whipping in the kitchen,